She is coming
Sha Yan
Anything unexpected
She is coming
That Chinese woman
Forty something
She is not rich, but she is easy
She is sweet
She is sweet
To me, an unforgettable night
She wrote her poetry
I wrote my poetry
Memoriful of love and merit
I started to miss her
I started to miss her
In my spare time
Letters danced
She is there, real
I want to try a little harder
All the time
All the time
She is not that attractive
Tender heart believes
She is a woman, forty something
I fell, fell into her, tender souls
